In his white canvass
And blue check, a
Matching knicker that
Makes the gait.
In the early hours
Without break
He's set to trot
To school by foot
His mind is mighty
And heavy too
It will soon be over
The poor boy thought.
His peers waves
As they pass himbly
Someday I will bid them
Good bye he assured
Himself.
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